Joyful Flood of Oily Flower Love
Will you grow me a divine flower
And tender her with great desire
So we may light her up with fire
To lift ourselves up ever higher
Will you collect the resins oozed
So me and thee may be infused
With the jubilant spirit of hashish
And be blessed by a floral grease
That brings wisdom to our minds
In order that we see divine signs
Will you grow me a sticky flower
And be a medicinal herb grower
Of the divine herb of healing joy
So golden oils we might employ
As remedy to soothe our agony
A shiny hashish bush so bonny
Will you cultivate green miracle
To become a wise weed oracle
Healer of divine and happy herb
Weed is a joy to grow and serve
Grow me divine flowers of pride
By herb please won’t you abide
Ignore all of the bad vibes n lies
Cos the herb stops pained cries
So grow me divine healing buds
To fill my life with holy oil floods
